Two weeks had passed since my trip to Spain. I had talked my guy through every minute of my night of passion with my Spanish friends. We had fucked every night since I had come home. Each night I'd describe in great detail how the Spaniards had used me like a slut.
My husband seemed to like it most when I fucked or sucked him whilst telling him I was thinking of Juan. We both loved the enhancement my trip had brought to our, already kinky, sex life!
It was Thursday night when my fella mentioned the young lads I'd met on the outbound flight. I'd already told him how I'd been propositioned by the boys. "Have you kept the mobile number?" he said. I took the piece of paper out of my purse and told my husband it was probably just bravado and the lads would run a mile if I agreed to meet them. He agreed but we decided to have some fun with them anyway.
I typed a text;
HI. IT'S THE LADY FROM THE PLANE. DO YOU THREE BOYS STILL WANT ME?
Instant reply;
YES XXX XXXXXX
Me;
I'LL MEET YOU BUT ONLY IF MY HUSBAND COMES WITH ME X
Reply (10 minutes later);
MY PARENTS ARE AWAY ALL WEEKEND. COME ON SATURDAY AND YOU CAN BOTH STAY. WE CAN'T WAIT TO FUCK YOU XXX XXXXXX XXXXXX
We took the address from Paul and the date was set up. Three boys, Paul, James and Prit would be entertaining their fantasy woman who's old enough to be there grandmother!
"Sounds like fun." "Mmmmm." I replied. The housewife took over me and I began to pack our case in my mind. I wondered what dress to travel down in. Can you help me decide?